The Story & Some Lyrics discography Bare Facts was recorded live at the first two annual clothing optional Folk Festivals at the Avalon resort in Pawpaw West Virginia, and the answer to your question is "Yes we were." The thing about a clothing optional (Okay nudist) event is that no matter what you think it is, it is going to be something else. Preconceptions range from wild teenage sex fantasies, to the blunt opinion of my balloon instructor, who had on occasion floated over a nudist campsite, that it was "A bunch of old fat people." (That's my balloon's shadow on the cover) To some 'nudism' or 'naturism' is a bit of idyllic paradise - a pure, healthy, natural, holy statement of the glory of God's creation and a casting off of worldly cares and pretenses. To others nudists are "Evil perverted people." I met a retired Baptist minister once at the National Nude Vollyball tournament in Pennsylvania (We were in the hot tub) and he told me he didn't dare join the nudist group near his home because his grown daughter had told him about "All those evil people up on the hill" Okay, right now do you know what your parents are doing? Just what kind of cruise is it? It is a great equalizer... sort of ... well, it should be. It's people. Old, young, fat, skinny, all sorts. I got to be the opening act for the festival in 1997 - 2001 and we recorded the first two years and put together the Bare Facts CD from that. Here's where the songs came from: I wrote the title track "Bare Facts" (#5) after attending a fund raiser event to fight a legal battle against a local anti nudist ordinance on Assateaque Island, so it is a legitimate protest song. That cause was ultimately lost, but there are other battles and time marches on. When I sang it the first time at the Reston Folk Club a friend was sitting in the front row with her son and her eyes kept getting wider and wider as I went on. After I'd finished she said "My, that was a very liberating song" BARE FACTS - Bill Davis Last weekend I went camping Through the woods I went a tramping, The place was I just don't know where. I came across a lake, I did a double take, Even though I knew its not polite to stare. They were naked, they were nude, Undressed & in the mood, They were barefoot to the neck, au natural. In the costume God designed, They were having a grand time. Skinny dippin’, Lord! With nothin’ on at all. Men and ladies of all sorts, Fat an skinny, tall and short. There were people there of every sex and gender. Little kids and old time grannies, with nothin’' on their fannies, It was a sight I'm sure you would remember. chorus (They were...) Some were playing volleyball, All in the all and all. So I wandered by to see what I could see. They invited me to strip, Get unbuttoned,…………… and unzipped, And play volleyball, or maybe referee... Everybody Rotate! Well, it couldn't be a sin, Just be seen in your skin, After all, that’s how God made Eve and Adam, So that's when I took off, Everything that's made of cloth. And went barefoot on the grass and the macadam. I got naked i got nude, Got undressed & in the mood, I went barefoot to the neck au naturale, In the costume God assigned On my happy birthday time, Went skinny dippin’, Lord!, with nothing on at all. Running Bare through the forest, Runnin’' Bare through the trees, Runnin’' Bare through the forest, Without my B.V.D.s I suppose you think I'm crazy I guess you're probably right, I just hope that I haven't been mistaken, ‘Cause it was fun to get undressed, And swim and play and rest. And do everything except for frying bacon. There is a qualitative difference between frying bacon and making bacon naked! Well I couldn't get enough, Of this living in the buff Nothing hidden here and nothing in a Quandary. No zippers to get stuck, and what a bit of luck. You never ever have to do the laundry. From here on this is a protest song On the beach at Assateaque All the nudist's they would streak, Playing in the Ocean near the sand, But some people thought it smut When they spied a naked butt, Now its dark at night because the moon's been banned. Some folks were buying telscopes so they could look across the water and ogle the nudists Hey now what are all those folks Gonna’ do with telescopes, They bought just to look at you and me? We won't be giving any kooks any serepticious looks, At our tender and exposed anatomy. (slower) Can't go naked can't go nude All dressed up it spoiled the mood. All covered up and uptight all the while, In costumes that's designed, by mister Calvin Klein. That get soggy, itch, and then go out of style. Mark Twain said “Clothes make the man, naked people have little or no influence on society.” I say “Get naked society has little influence on naked people” In the county Accomac, Nudist's sued to regain back, The rights found in the U.S. Constitution, So let's all join in in the fight for our skins, Fight the cover-up join the nudist's revolution. Chorus: “Let's get... When you are bare-assed Try not to be Embarrassed Just join in and swim in your skin I'm sure you will be cute in your one button suit Wearing nothin’ but a big wide grin Let's get naked, let's go nude, Get undressed, & in the mood! Lets go barefoot to the neck, au naturale, In the costume God designed, we'll have a grand old time, Altogether, in the altogether, with a smile. "Little Bit Crazy" (#1) seemed like the perfect song to capture the feelings of the many folks at the festival who were trying something for the first time, and Allen Sherman's parody of "You've Gotta Have Heart" ("You Gotta Have Skin"(#2) was a natural follow-up. There's an early version of Little Bit Crazy on my album of the same name. LITTLE BIT CRAZY - Bill Davis Who was the first man to ever fly a plane? Folks back then must have thought he was insane. But he didn't care, and he'd do it all again, I guess he had to be a little bit crazy. Who was the first man to ever milk a cow? Just what was he thinking of and how'd he know just how? “I'll just pull on this and then I'll drink the stuff comes out.” I guess it helps to be a little bit crazy. Who's on first, and what's on second, & I don't know’s on third, This songs a little silly, some folks would say absurd, But sing along with me cause by now you know the words, Yes, of course, it helps to be a little bit crazy. Who was the first man to ever sing a song, A stone-age rock and roller or a monkey like King Kong? Did they harmonize the chorus did they like to sing a long? Well, I guess it helps to be a little bit crazy. Who was the first man to fall in love with you? Of course it was your daddy but how bout number two? Did he kiss you and hug you and love you like I do? Of course he had to be a little bit crazy. Who was the first man to eat an artichoke? Was it an Eskimo, or a Blimey English Bloke? Did he Peel it, or Squeeze it, or did he have to poke? Who was the first man to ever eat an oyster? What could be slimier and what could be moister? He didn't want to eat it but I guess he had no choice sir! And I guess it helped to be a little bit crazy. Adam was the first man he ran round in the nude Naming all the animals deciding what was food Then Eve gave him that apple and it changed his attitude I guess it made him just a little bit crazy. Doctor Freud was un employed and it caused him to think, He said, “I guess I'll be the first one to ever be a shrink” “I'll lay em down and analyze and never even blink” When I say: “Gee am glad that you're a little bit crazy” Who was the first man to try to ski downhill? Did they call him Reginald, or did they call him Bill? Who’s his Orthopedic Surgeon, & did he leave a will?... Who was the first to circumnavigate the globe? Did he wear a Kimono, or did he wear a robe? Did he have an earring on his right or left earlobe? "WOAD" (#3) is a traditional parody of "Men of Harlech" Woad is a plant that was used in olden times to extract a deep purple dye (the same stuff that comes from the indigo plant) Ancient Britons coated themselves with it before going into battle naked. Mel Gibson in "Braveheart" was made up to look like he was wearing WOAD but I think they got the color wrong. WOAD Music Men of Harleck What’s the use of wearing braces Hats or spats or shoes with laces Belts or Pants you find in places Down on Bromton Road What’s the use of shirts of cotton Studs that always get forgotten These affairs are really rotten Better far is Woad Woad’s the stuff you show men Woad to scare your foe men Boil it to a brilliant blue And rub it on you face and your abdomin Ancient Briton’s never hit on Anything as good as Woad to fit on Neck or knees or what you sit on Taylors you be blowed Roman’s came across the channel All decked out in tin and flannel Half a pint of Woad per man will Clothe us more than these. Saxon’s you can keep your stitches Making beds for bugs in britches We have Woad to clothe us which is Not a nest for flees Romans keep you armours Saxons your pajarmas Hairy coats were made for goats Gorillas Yaks Retriever Dogs and Llamas March on Snowdon with your Woad on Nevermind if you get rained or snowed on Never need a button sewed on W.O.A. D. Woad. T.M. Hanna sang with me at the 1998 Avalon set, and played a mean low slung mandolin, he also produced the CD, Thanks T.M.! (He appears courtesy of Birdphluph Music) We did two of his songs: "Come On In" (#6) is one which can make anyone feel at home & "Elvis at the K-Mart" (#15) is classic country. Come on In TM Hanna There were those who chose to run and roam And those who stayed a little closer to home Me I hit the highway one fine day But I ramble around every now and then Knock on the door of some old friend With surprise in their eyes I love to them say Come on in have a seat Take a load off of your feet Tell us all the news of where you’ve been Come on in, Come on in, Come on in! Now the Wolfman* says you can never go back And the train don’t run ‘cause they tore up the track And every year it gets a little bit harder to find my way Through the hills and the trees that I once did roam To the creeks and the valleys that I call my home The smiling folks I love to hear them say. Come on in have a seat Take a load off of your feet Tell us all the news of where you’ve been Come on in, Come on in, Come on in! Now along the way a lot of people I met Ain’t heard all my songs and stories yet I guess that’s why I ramble don’t you know You gotta make ‘em laugh you got to let them smile And only stay for a little while Leave ‘em with a happy song when you go. Come on in have a seat Take a load off of your feet Tell us all the news of where you’ve been Come on in, Come on in, Come on in! Soon my friends it’ll be time to part But I’ll carry your memory in my heart Here’s hoping we might meet again someday If you ever come rambling round my hometown Look me up and come on down With surprise in my eyes you’ll probably hear me say Come on in have a seat Take a load off of your feet Tell us all the news of where you’ve been Come on in, Come on in, Come on in! *The Wolfman is Thomas Wolf who wrote “Look Homeward Angel.” You can’t go home again. "Kite String" (#7) came out of a windy day at the park. May the wind pick you up, May the wind set you Free ... May you always know you were meant to fly. KITE STRING - Bill Davis I Had a kite on a string Which the wind taught how to fly, As I ran across a meadow One young and windy spring, At one end was my laughter, On the other was the sky, And we were held together by that string. THE WIND WOULD PULL IT UP, THE WIND WOULD SET IT FREE. IT WOULD DIP AND DIVE AND DANCE ACROSS THE SKY. I WOULD LAUGH AND CRY AND SING I WAS A CHILD AND IT WAS SPRING. IT WAS THEN I KNEW THAT I WAS MEANT TO FLY That kite, It may have ended Ragged scraps in some old tree, And the string in some useless tangled ball, But I can still remember How it tried to pull me free, When the world was just that young, And the sky was just that tall. THE WIND WOULD PULL IT UP, THE WIND WOULD SET IT FREE. IT WOULD DIP AND DIVE AND DANCE ACROSS THE SKY. I WOULD LAUGH AND CRY AND SING I WAS A CHILD AND IT WAS SPRING. IT WAS THEN I KNEW THAT I WAS MEANT TO FLY The years have come and gone since then, Too often I look down, At the troubles that this old world has brought, But then I'll stop and hear the wind And then I'll turn around, And feel that tugging kite and what it taught. THE WIND CAN PULL YOU UP, THE WIND CAN SET YOU FREE. YOU CAN DIP AND DIVE AND DANCE ACROSS THE SKY. YOU CAN LAUGH AND CRY AND SING LIKE CHILDREN IN THE SPRING. YOU CAN ALWAYS KNOW THAT YOU WERE MEANT TO FLY. When my life is over and they lay my body down, When o'er this world I've ceased to roam, Tie a kite string to my grave When the wind blows bright and strong, I'll hold on tight and let it take me home. MAY THE WIND PULL YOU UP, MAY THE WIND SET YOU FREE. MAY YOU DIP AND DIVE AND DANCE ACROSS THE SKY. MAY YOU LAUGH AND CRY AND SING LIKE CHILDREN IN THE SPRING. MAY YOU ALWAYS KNOW THAT YOU WERE MEANT TO FLY. "Aerobatic Pilot" (#8) Was the first song I ever wrote, back when I was flight instructing and a member of the International Aerobatic Club (part of the Experimental Aviation Association) Hump-de-bumps, Rolling Turns, Hammer-heads are all aerobatic maneuvers. "K" is the difficulty factor assigned by judges at aerobatic contests to the various maneuvers. Multiply the judges 0 - 10 score by the K factor to get the score for the maneuver. (also on "A Little Bit Crazy") AEROBATIC PILOT - Bill Davis He's a red hot sure shot aerobatic pilot, he's a member of the I.A.C. He's a red hot sure shot aerobatic pilot, his flying' is wild and free He can do a loop-de-loop, a roll, or a spin and when he's flying' Up-side-down they say, “Look at him!”. He's a red hot sure shot aerobatic pilot, he's a member of the I.A.C. Batman, Robin, Superman, and Spiderman are heroes that everybody knows. Hey look up in the sky here's one who can fly. You can tell him by the cut of his clothes. He's got a red jacket with ten-thousand patches - It'll keep him warm from here to Alaska. He's a right stuff sure ‘nough aerobatic pilot, he's a member of the I.A.C. He does an Inside-outside-triple-convoluted-anti-counter-clockwise-whifferdil. Which the judges say is worth three hundred “K” and to watch it is a real thrill. His hammerheads and rolling turns they look really grand. But we all know the hardest part is when he tries to land, ‘Cause He's a red hot sure shot aerobatic pilot, he's a member of the I.A.C. On the ground he's reknown for his very profound ability to throw the bull. Ain't a thing in the sky that he ain't tried, if it's done with a push or a pull. He talks with a drawl and he walks with a limp. Says: “Once I tried to Hump-de-bump a Goodyear Blimp. And I'm a right stuff sure ‘nuff aerobatic pilot, I'm a member of the I.A.C.” Roll around , roll around, roll around the sky. Loop-de-loop and hammerhead and watch that sucker fly. He's got two hundred sixty (360, 450, 5050) horses out in front. Just to help him do a better hump-de-bump. "Sour Grapes" (#10) delves into the murky relationships between vegetarians and carnivores. While "Walter the Bug" (#14) chronicles relationships in the insect world. (Also on "A Little Bit Crazy") SOUR GRAPES - Bill Davis Annie’s avocation's advocating avocados With vegetables she's never ever nervous She gets humorous with numerous lugubrious blue tubers Talks with them and tells them all the rumors Annie sings the praises of carrots, corn, and maize, Coconuts and lettuce yams and peas, On roots and beets and radishes her loving care she lavishes, She doesn't care a single fig for me. With her it doesn't matter you say potato or po-tah-to. Tomato or tom-ah-to both will do, But, if for any meat you call, You'll get no respect at all, Even if you close your mouth each time you chew. When at supper I've a craving for a sizable filet, Or a sirloin, or a T-bone, or a burger! I get cottage cheese and bean-sprouts, and other stuff I'd throw out. Us carnivores like to eat stuff that we murder! “Love animals don't eat them,” She says with smile so sweet, I say, “Do you realize what that stuff grows in?” She says, “Surely bran and lima beans are good for you to eat.” And I say something like, “Yeah, If they're not poison.” So we went our separate ways, to diet as we wishes, But I often ask my self just why and wonder, Romance went to pieces over what was on the dishes, I lost my love to a big bright green cucumber. I had just written "Hush, Hush" (#9) when we did it at Avalon. So it is an early version. The song came out of a day I was on the ridge trail in Great Falls Park above the Potomac River. It was a gorgeous day and I felt like I was the only one in the park - everyone else was at work or at school and I was goofing off. "Hush, Hush", "Walter the Bug", & "Sour Grapes" were all later recorded in the studio with a larger band for the CD "Somos el Mar" also available on CD Baby. HUSH HUSH - Bill Davis “Hush, Hush, Hush” says the river, “Listen, and ponder, and learn. Life is growing, and turning, and flowing, Til at last to sea we return.” “Scorch! Scorch! Scorch!” says the fire, “Brighten and Blacken and and flash. Life is a moment of Love and Desire, All ends in the smoke and the ash.” “Whisper the secrets of souls,” says the wind, “Silence holds wishes un-said. The smoke and the sea soon ride with me, I carry the living and dead.” A tolling resounds from the resonant ground, And speaks from the rocks and the earth, “I am time unto time and eternity’s line, Echos from Death into Birth.” “Hush, Hush, Hush” says the river, “Listen, and ponder, and learn. Life is growing, and turning, and flowing, Til at last to sea we return.” Joe Corbo is a psychiatrist and when the AMA proposed allowing doctors to advertise he came up with this jingle for "Dr Dan the Liposuction Man" (#11) Joan Kennedy co-wrote it and I learned it from her. Her version is on "Red Leaf" DR DAN - Joan Kennedy & Joe Corbo You’ve gone through every diet book and still can’t lose the weight. We know you don’t mind reading, its the starving that you hate. You need help you need it fast, we’ve got just the man. So listen to this offer and then call Dr Dan. He’s licenced and board certified, a genuine M.D. He’ll overcome your lack of will with high technology And now his work is covered by most insurance plans That’s Dr Dan, call Dr. Dan, the liposuction Man Operators standing by so call now don’t delay Trade that bulging waistline for a new one right away A slimmer trimmer leaner you in only half a day “A Miracle, thanks Dr Dan” is what you’re going to say. Its safe and scientific and all you need to do Is keep from making noises while they’re sucking out the goo He’ll turn it on the fats all gone, your buns are in the pan That’s Dr Dan, Make Dr Dan, your liposuction man Discreet, confidential, he’ll even hold your hand He’ll even make a house call in his operating van Waist disposal service since nineteen eighty three So call at 1 800 S - U - C - K - F - A - T Operators standing by so call now don’t delay See a slimmer trimmer you in only half a day See those inches see those pounds see them hauled away “a Miracle, thanks Dr Dan.” Is what you’re going to say.” "Night Freight" (#12) Sometimes you feel that life passing you by like a freight train in the night. The hobos and homeless lead a life that is not anyway as romantic as songs might make them sound. (also on "A Little Bit Crazy") NIGHT FREIGHT - Bill Davis Imagine if you will a hobo - a gentleman of the road. Someone who was once part of the world but who for one reason or another has chosen to travel his own road. Maybe it was a lost job, or a lost love, or just some bad luck, it doesn't matter. If you asked him how & why he won't tell you. He'll answer, to be polite, with practiced rationalizations and well worn “Road Philosophies”, He can tell a pretty good story, if you listen, and if you don't he won't waste his words. The real things he keeps to himself - like most of us... He has had an occasional job, and an occasional companion over the years, but tonight he is alone. He’s spent most of the evening at the local eatery nursing a cup of coffee then at closing time walked out of town along the railroad track. It is a cold November night, it’s late, there is a high moon, which is past full, and it is still. // so still that if he listens it hurts . So maybe he talks to himself. Winter is coming on and he is cold, and lonely, and just a little scared as he contemplates the point on the horizon where the railroad tracks appear to meet. Is it coming'? Can you hear it? Can you feel it? Do you know? In the darkness, In the stillness, In the hunger, Of your soul. Hear the rumble, Like distant thunder, Like a lone, And restless dream. At the crossing', Whistle's blowing', There's the burst, Of the headlight's gleam. There she is, All light and steam, Rolling thunder, Steel rails scream Rolling' coal, Detroit steel, Farmer's toil, A thousand wheels. Cry for lonely, Cry for scared, Cry for freedom, 'Fore you're dead. Train whistle blows, On down the track, Live your life, Don't look back. A hundred cars, Say you counted, Going too fast, For us to ride. Gone down that mountain, Across that river, Going someplace, I can't hide. Cry for lonely, Cry for scared, Cry for freedom, 'Fore you're dead. Train whistle blows, On down the track, Live your life, Don't look back. Steel Rails shining, In the Darkness, By the light, Of a lonely moon. “Friends” A friend in need is a friend indeed. It doesn’t matter what the problem is when a friend knocks on the door. After I wrote this song I went down to the wall and looked in the middle toward the top three rows down - there was Paul I Pesci who died in Vietnam April 19 1972. FRIENDS - Bill Davis Dm - /G - /C - /Am - / F - /G - /C - /C7 - / F - /G - /C - /Am - / Dm - - - /G - - - / I’ll tell you right up front, John, I don’t know the answers, This game of life has stumped me More than once you can be sure. But, if you need the couch, or a shoulder you can cry on, I know enough to listen to the things that you’ve endured. Come back into the kitchen and I’ll fix a pot of coffee, I’d offer something stronger, but I’ve been sober for a year. God its been a long time since those times we had, remember? When we were young and fearless, It’s been what now? Thirty years? Remember that old Beetle, that never had a muffler. We’d drive it to those football games With a bass drum tied on top. And Larry, Paul and Jimmy The times we all went camping, With What’s-his-name? Old Butter butt? Yeah! Dimmy William’s Pop. You remember when we all took parts in Mrs. Shuey’s play? Paul played Tom, and I was Huck, And you, of course, were Jim. On that raft on wheels we drifted Down the Mighty Mississippi, When we jumped it rolled off the stage And smashed that violin?! God, that was the saddest thing I think I can remember. We both cried in the Honor Guard When Paul got killed in ‘Nam. Yeah, I been down to the wall, I go there every April. His name is near the middle, Toward the top, ‘bout three rows down. So tell me what you’re doing, Where you’re living, how’s your family Tell me John, I want to know About your plans and dreams. ‘Cause time goes on, a lot has passed A bunch of years have come and gone And something tells me that your coming here Is more than what it seems. My God! John that’s terrible I wish that I had known, There mighta been something, I don’t know, I might have been able to do. At least I could have been there When things got dark and lonely, Cause friends like us John, Should try to see it through. Dm - /G - /C - /Am - / F - /G - /C - /C7 - / F - /G - /C - /Am - / F - /G - /C - /C - / No I don’t know the answers, I can’t tell you what to do, I don’t know the reasons why, Or how its all going to end, But, Until that time I’ll cast my lot With Huckleberry Finn, And go to Hell before I’d hurt a friend. Until that time I’ll cast my lot With Huckleberry Finn, And go to Hell before I’d hurt a friend. “Walter the Bug.” WALTER THE BUG - Bill Davis Walter the Bug He fell in love In a thicket With a Cricket Named Sue (How do you do) He shown his light Flashed her in the night And she replied With a chipa, chipa, chipa, chipa, chew! I love you! They'd walk on hand in hand, Hand in hand, and hand in hand. Ol’ Walter the bug, And Susie his love, Were as happy as could be, Singing happy harmony (Tra la, la, la, la.) With his tail all aglow, Susie’d rub her legs just so, Makin’ cheepa, cheepa, cheep! So loud he couldn't sleep, a blink - (It drove him buggy, oh no!) Poor Walter! Susie ate her crackers in bed, And rubbed her legs like to wake the dead. So Walter flew away, With a moth he met next day, She said she liked his light, And it felt just right - true blue! (Oooh, oooh!) But that moth, Lilly Lou, Liked the bright lights “Deed, I do” And Walter never learned, That's how he got burned, It was a scorching a relationship. That Night in July, he lived he loved he fried. They say Walter the bug died of love. Oh, Chipa, chipa, chipa,, chipa, chee! Chipa, chipa, chipa, chip, chip, choo! Chipa, chipa, chip! chip! Chipa, chipa, chip! chip! choo!, I love you! “Elvis at the K-Mart” by TM Hanna. Here’s another from TM Hanna. We didn’t do the whole thing at the festival. These are the lyrics from his version on his CD “Good Things Take Time” I saw Elvis at the K-Mart he was bathed in that blue light Saying something about Hawaii and how he missed his flight You got on that Greyhound bus and you headed for Tennessee Said you were looking for Elvis, had to ask are you leaving me? You said perhaps the King and I are just a fantasy Well darling you’re looking for someone, a man I cannot be I saw Elvis at the K-Mart he was bathed in that blue light Saying something about Hawaii and how he missed his flight And Darling I wish that you and I were on that beech tonight Instead of being miles apart and trying to make things right I read every word was written down upon that tabloid page ‘Bout how Elvis lived and died back in some other age. ‘Bout how Miss Pricilla, she loved her Elvis so. But she knew how to say goodbye, when it came time to go. I saw Elvis at the K-Mart he was bathed in that blue light Saying something about Hawaii and how he missed his flight And Darling I wish that you and I were on that beech tonight Instead of being miles apart and trying to make things right Now here I am in limbo and I know I’m not the King But I bought a pair of blue suede shoes and I learned how to sing If that don’t mean I love you then I guess you’ll never learn Cause Life is just a gamble so go on and take your turn. I saw Elvis at the K-Mart he was bathed in that blue light Saying something about Hawaii and how he missed his flight And Darling I wish that you and I were on that beech tonight Instead of being miles apart and trying to make things right So Here I am at the K-mart and I know I’m not the King So I bought a pair of bowling shoes and I promise I won’t sing. If that don’t convince you of my love I guess nothing ever will So get back on that northbound bus cause you know I love you still. I saw Elvis at the K-Mart he was bathed in that blue light Saying something about Hawaii and how he missed his flight Ladies and gentlemen Elvis has left the K-Mart. "Temporary Road" (#16) is a real road in Reston, Virginia. It's less than a quarter mile long and is the permanent replacement for the original Temporary Road. When the bomb goes off, when the world has been reduced to dust and rubble, when the final tick sounds on entrophy's clock, there will be one thing remaining. There's the signpost up ahead "Temporary Road" TEMPORARY ROAD - Bill Davis I've been traveling’ that Temporary Road, long hard traveling’ down Temporary Road, It can't be far down Temporary Road, I'm going' home, Oh Lord! Down Temporary Road. I met some folks down on Temporary Road, Sung some songs down on Temporary Road, Now it's good-bye now I gotta’ go, Moving' on down, Oh Lord, Temporary Road. First we're here, and then we're there on Temporary Road, All we got is what we share on Temporary Road, All the good times that we had there On Temporary Road, Will soon be gone, gone, gone down Temporary Road. When I'm dead and gone and buried Temporary Road will still be here! When my great grand kids get married Temporary Road will still be here! When the saints go marching' in Temporary Road will still be here, We'll spend eternity on Temporary Road. Walter the Bug. I wrote this back stage of a Reston Players production of Midsummers Night Dream in which I played the Wall. Lots of time to wrote. Hand in hand, hand and hand, and hand and hand. WALTER THE BUG - Bill Davis Walter the Bug He fell in love In a thicket With a Cricket Named Sue (How do you do) He shown his light Flashed her in the night And she replied With a chipa, chipa, chipa, chipa, chew! I love you! They'd walk on hand in hand, Hand in hand, and hand in hand. Ol’ Walter the bug, And Susie his love, Were as happy as could be, Singing happy harmony (Tra la, la, la, la.) With his tail all aglow, Susie’d rub her legs just so, Makin’ cheepa, cheepa, cheep! So loud he couldn't sleep, a blink - (It drove him buggy, oh no!) Poor Walter! Susie ate her crackers in bed, And rubbed her legs like to wake the dead. So Walter flew away, With a moth he met next day, She said she liked his light, And it felt just right - true blue! (Oooh, oooh!) But that moth, Lilly Lou, Liked the bright lights “Deed, I do” And Walter never learned, That's how he got burned, It was a scorching a relationship. That Night in July, he lived he loved he fried. They say Walter the bug died of love. Oh, Chipa, chipa, chipa,, chipa, chee! Chipa, chipa, chipa, chip, chip, choo! Chipa, chipa, chip! chip! Chipa, chipa, chip! chip! choo!, I love you! TEMPORARY ROAD - Bill Davis I've been traveling’ that Temporary Road, long hard traveling’ down Temporary Road, It can't be far down Temporary Road, I'm going' home, Oh Lord! Down Temporary Road. I met some folks down on Temporary Road, Sung some songs down on Temporary Road, Now it's good-bye now I gotta’ go, Moving' on down, Oh Lord, Temporary Road. First we're here, and then we're there on Temporary Road, All we got is what we share on Temporary Road, All the good times that we had there On Temporary Road, Will soon be gone, gone, gone down Temporary Road. When I'm dead and gone and buried Temporary Road will still be here! When my great grand kids get married Temporary Road will still be here! When the saints go marching' in Temporary Road will still be here, We'll spend eternity on Temporary Road. discography:(Songs by Bill Davis) Song Album Aerobatic Pilot 1989, Bare Facts Artist 1989 Ballad of the Break of Dawn 1989 Bare Facts Bare Facts Bright Star Motel Far Out Cecil the Snake We Are the Sea Clearance Far Out Cycle Path 1989 Dolphin Somos el Mar Elevator We Are the Sea Flowers Far Out Franklin the Dragon Far Out Friends Bare Facts, Far Out Ghost Train Far Out Graveyard Far Out Hazyman Crazyman Lover 1989 Hush Hush Bare Facts, Somos el Mar Inn Beneath the Star Far Out Kite String Bare Facts, Far Out Let's Form a Committee 1989 Little Bit Crazy 1989, Bare Facts Nasty 1989 Natural Selection far Out Nervous 1989 Night Freight 1989, Bare Facts, Far Out Don't Sing Me No Blues Far Out Sour Grapes 1989, Bare Facts, Somos el Mar Spring Fever Far Out Storm Far Out Temporary Road Bare Facts, Far Out Walter the Bug Bare Facts, Somos el Mar Winds Far Out Wizard Far Out Other versions of TM Hanna's Songs Elvis at the K-mart, and Come on In can be found on his album "Good Things Take Time" Thanks go to Scott Twyford who recorded the event while doing the sound at the festival and later did the mixing at Big Bear Studios in Falls Chuch, and to Doug Johnston who mastered the CD at Cue Studios in Falls Church.festival and later did the mixing at Big Bear Studios in Falls Chuch, and to Doug Johnston who mastered the CD at Cue Studios in Falls Church & of course to TM Hanna who contributed, sponsored, and Honchoed the Project.